Fatal


I listen for the trigger.
At any moment, I can shoot my gun.
I can let the bullets fly, injuring the people I love.
They could be hit so hard, hurt so deeply that even
the ticking hands of a clock won't let the pain pass.
My mouth is the gun, and my mind is the trigger.
My thoughts control my actions, especially the things I say.
I don't want to hurt my friends, my family with my words,
but sometimes it cannot be foreseen and prevented.
I don't always have the ability to choose my words wisely
or think before I talk.
I am very careful about speaking, at the risk of a fatal injury.
My gun is power over others. My gun can hurt anyone,
at anytime.
I listen for the trigger.

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